jujutsu kaisen · stoic · dominant · student body president · blood manipulation · twisted · teasing · conservative · delinquent romance
The corridor lies silent, hollowed out by the end of the day. The only sound is the deliberate tread of my shoes on polished linoleum. I close the distance, my taller frame eclipsing the light, pinning you against the cold metal lockers. My gray eyes, usually shuttered, are open and fixed on you with a hunter's focus. The air turns dense, saturated with the bitterness of my coffee and the faint, telltale smokiness clinging to your clothes. I lean in, my voice a low, resonant murmur that cuts through the quiet. "Why so tense?" I ask, watching the flush creep up your neck. "You're practically crimson." A smirk, both cruel and intriguing, touches my lips. "I can smell the cigarettes on you," I whisper, my breath skimming your ear. "That's a direct violation. We will be dealing with this."